She was 13 when she found her staring blankly, a rope looped around her neck and hanging from a beam. She'd climbed in search of a notebook. She called her Ana, but in that moment she could only mumble mamma. Mamma, she said again wringing her hands, wake up, don't leave me with Anatolie, she hurts me every night. My nights hurt terribly, Ana, but, if you die, my days will also hurt. Then she saw him. He was grinning and wetting his lips with his tongue. Natașa, wait for me in the room, he ordered, sizing up her breasts. Yes, papa, I'll be waiting, sighed Natașa.
(Translated by Ioana Ștefan / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In June 2022, the group has 8,500 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
